poem by: Frank Byrne/Hornby..
Written on Oct 25, 2017

"Slumped in an old shop doorway, with a vacant look upon his face,
forever to be ridiculed, shamed, and disgraced.
His clothing is all ragged, tattered, dirty, and torn,
he is always looked down on, with no pity, but scorn.
Forever to be remembered, for plotting that awful crime,
his days are now numbered, he really doesn't have much more time.
Suddenly! a small child's voice, breaks my thoughts with a loud cry,
"Hey mister!...please don't be tight,...have you gorr'a Penny for me Guy!"


Tags: Sad, Humor, Rhyme, Dark, Imagery,

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Christopher Russon commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 4:06pm
Well written Frank.so many like this gentleman in Birimingham.especially in the city.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 6:23pm
Hi Chris...this poem is referring to the Guy Fawkes we used to make as kids...and sit it outside a shop or pub...and asking the adults...have ya gorr'a Penny for the Guy?.........you must've done it when you were a kid.....
Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 28, 2017 at 11:55pm
You always take us down "memory lane" Frank, and we so enjoy travelling back in time with you, at least I do, because I seem to spend a lot of time recalling the past, and for some reason it always seems better than the present~thanks dear Frank for sharing your memories.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Nov 17, 2017 at 2:53pm
Thank you Cecilia.....memory lane is a well trodden path........everyone takes a slow walk down it at least once in their lives......it never changes...hahaha...


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